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Oh headless men
the music of friends sharking their way through the sheets
An ocean of boys neckties for toys never more dead than discreet
Touching his face there was a trace that he was in love
They do what they want to they do what they want to
They scream. Heavens above
âNeverâ was the name of the passionate one\
Secretary who to marry?
Wife is at home or sheâs not
The finest of trysts will never be missed have two lives if thatâs what you want
The cream of the past is taken out trash
I was in love
So take if youâll have itand bring out the future in tongues
âWhateverâ was the name of the passive-est one.